If, on a rainy day, in a Blue October, you find yourself, with your face glued to the drops of antiquity that have subdued themselves onto the glass of the window you are gazing out of, please invite yourself away from any melancholy meanderings, stop approaching normal, and fly with open arms into any concepts left of your childhood glee for such moments.
Somewhere in your vast network of neurons the visions left there by spirit guides or your own Electric Glide in Blue orchestrations, are melodies of infinite concerts conducted by your subconscious mind and can be used for your own fulfilling external fugue. It is with these notes that in the past, found you out playing in the mud, having a food fight with friends and family, or watching any of a dozen or so natural phenomenons take place right before your eyes.
Those second chances of seeking out the Expressways of Your Mind, can make you consummate any or all of those mercurial stupors as a child, that put you often playing unknowingly in the peaceful sand box of your dreams. So go and put your symbolic galoshes on, step into the vast distances of your inner self and gleefully accept any of the donations that are blessing your ethereal and esoteric choices.
Remember it is never too late on the occasional Blue and Rainy October day, to loosen the protocols found in primers for adult story lines late in life's prodigious rule books, and lick the newly found profiles of Banana Nut Bread Jam off of the wooden tasting spoon of a casual and sublime pagan ritual or two.
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